From Inside the Grey House:
“Tell me, Natalia. Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice was soft, low, soothing. She leaned into him, letting the all too familiar feel of him comfort her. She sagged into him feeling his coolness, desiring more. A sob escaped her as she let the truth to bear.
“If I love you, then maybe my mother loved Donald, and maybe she allowed him to feed off her. And maybe she liked it and wanted him to.” Her voice grew very quiet. “Like I want you to, every time you touch me.”
Vincent gently pushed her back to look into her eyes. “Do you know anything about Donald? About the man he was before he was turned?”